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“I’m sorry it has to end this way…” Chifuyu smiles, though it’s wobbly— unsteady and unsure, just as he himself feels.
“Me, too,” Ryusei whispers back. He lays his hands on Chifuyu’s hips to pull him impossibly closer, legs wrapped around his waist. “I really did love you.”
“I did, too. So much.” It’s with effort that Chifuyu raises his shaking hands to cup Ryusei’s face. “But we both knew this wouldn’t work out. We both want different things. Me, with my big city dreams. You, with your dreams about a house in the country, a couple of kids— though I often did explain, I am a man, I cannot bear those for you.”
Ryusei sighs and closes his eyes. “We could have made it work!” He tightens his grip around Chifuyu’s hips. “I know we could. Science has been progressing so much and—“
“Shh.” Chifuyu presses a finger against Ryusei’s lips and drags it back and forth. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be. We already agreed this is the best for both of us.”
“Yes, you’re right.” In one smooth motion, Ryusei slides his hand up to support Chifuyu’s back and rises on his knees, effectively dipping him back, legs still wrapped around Ryusei. “But, please, let me kiss you one more time before you go.”
Gagging sounds pipe up around them. With a frown, Chifuyu lets his head hang back, staring upside down at his friends.
Takemichi rubs a hand down his face and groans. “We really don’t need to see you guys make-out.”
“Again,” Shuji grumbles from the other side of the circle.
With matching sighs, Chifuyu and Ryusei untangle themselves, moving away from the middle of the circle to sit among their friends.
“Why?” Chifuyu asks, fluttering his lashes. “Don’t you guys enjoy watching me get it on with Ryu?”
More groans and gags.
Shuji raises an eyebrow. “I’d rather watch Takemichi fumble to get his fiancée’s legs shaking for once. No offence.”
Offence is very much taken, but Takemichi goes ignored.
“You wound me.” Chifuyu pouts.
“Eat my ass.” Shuji flicks his cigarette in his general direction and then slides the bottle back to the middle of the circle.
“Maybe if the next card tells me to.” After winking, he tosses the used card to the side, the one that read ‘act as a couple with the person the bottle lands on for the next five rounds and then play out a dramatic break-up’
“I hate it when you guys interact,” Takemichi mumbles, and Chifuyu can only cackle at his downtrodden tone.
It’s a fair enough complaint. Shuji and he don’t exactly have the greatest track record when it comes to getting along. It’s been years since Toman was disbanded, but back then, they disrupted their fair share of meetings with petty screaming matches. Something about Shuji just riled him up.
Shuji still riles him up, of course, but in a very different way these days.
“Ryusei, just take your next card.” Draken shakes his head and takes a swig of his beer, Emma snuggled into his side. “Gotta ignore them or they just keep going.”
The game resumes. Ryusei gets tasked with telling one of his deepest secrets to Mikey, whose expression makes it clear he immediately forgets it after. Then, Mikey has to switch shirts with Baji, and the rounds continue.
It was Emma’s idea, this stereotypical party to see off their childhood before the last of them graduate next week. She insisted on cheap beer and boundary-pushing games, like the upgraded version of Spin The Bottle.
Everyone groaned at her insistence, but it turned out to be pretty fun, the challenges a mix of obscene, ridiculous, and incredibly amusing.
By the time they all had a pleasant buzz going, inhibitions went out the window and they all reverted back to rowdy teenagers; ignoring Shinichiro’s warnings before he left, to not wreck his precious shop. Most of his furniture is still intact, at least, which can’t be said for the dignity of most of the people in the room.
The bottle lands on Chifuyu next, who truthfully hadn’t been paying that much attention to the last few rounds, too focused on wandering thoughts and sneaking glances at Shuji on the other side of the circle.
“Truth question,” Inupi says dryly, not even gracing Chifuyu with half of a glance, ever the pleasant guy to be around. “Would you dump your partner for ten million yen— ah, wait, lemme get another one that’s more fit for someone as painfully single as you.”
Chifuyu sends him a glare. “We can play hypotheticals,” he snaps. “Yes, I would dump my partner for a million yen. C’mon now. That’s a lot of money.”
“Really, mister romance?” Koko asks, next to Inupi as always. The mean glint in his eye perfectly contrasts with Inupi’s deadpan stare, a weird pair that still manages to freak Chifuyu out a little. “That’s cold.”
From the other side of the circle, Chifuyu can feel a pair of eyes burning into the side of his head, but he resists the temptation to look in that direction.
“Yes, Koko. Smart guy like you should recognise a good deal when you see it, no?” He tilts his head to the side and smiles, more than aware of the way that expression does something to the person currently staring at him— some weird kink for cuteness, or whatever. “My hypothetical partner would surely understand, or should work harder at getting me the money if they’re so worried about getting dumped.”
Snickers sound across the room as Chifuyu bends forward to grab his next card, manages to sneak one glance at Shuji, who shakes his head with a little grin. With his head tilted down to take the bottle, Chifuyu smirks and winks.
“Oh, challenge card,” Chifuyu mumbles, when he’s back in his spot, reading the text. “If successful, the whole group has to take three shots, if unsuccessful, the player needs to take a shot for every person present. Gross.” He sticks out his tongue, doesn’t even want to think about the alcohol poisoning he’d definitely get if he loses. “Make the person the bottle lands on blush within two minutes.”
“Please.” Takemichi groans. “Fuck this up, Fuyu. I can’t take more shots, or I’ll definitely throw up.”
Chifuyu smirks and crawls forward to grab the bottle. “Sorry, partner. I can make any of you losers blush in thirty seconds.” He spins, puts some force behind it, slightly dizzy when he watches it spin and land on—
Oh. The only person he has never seen flustered in his life, not even that one beautiful and memorable time when he managed to convince him to wear lingerie and let Chifuyu top.
“Ha!” Shuji cackles, throwing his head back. “Might as well drink now, bitch.”
Worry turns into determination. Chifuyu follows the bottle’s direction and rakes his eyes up Shuji’s body. He’s never lost to the bastard before, and he has no intentions of doing so now.
“Clothes stay on,” Baji murmurs when Chifuyu crawls further into the circle, zeroed in on the smirking menace in front of him.
“Don’t need to take his clothes off to fluster him,” Chifuyu sing-songs, stopping to kneel in front of Shuji. He knows how to play this, or at least, has some ideas as to what might work. “Can someone start a timer?”
Ryusei gives him the green light, and Chifuyu smiles.
The first idea, some smooth talk. He and Shuji aren’t usually sweet, not even in the dead of night when no one’s around to hear. No time like the present to change that, especially if it’ll lead to victory.
“Hey pretty boy,” Chifuyu drawls, leaning forward to cup Shuji’s face, “won’t you be good and blush for me?”
Nothing. Not even a twitch.
Disappointing, but not the end of the world. Chifuyu still has a few tricks up his sleeve, but he has to be careful, can’t play too many of his cards and ruin the secrecy he’s so carefully built together with Shuji.
A few hollers pick up when he shuffles closer, until he can lean forward, hands braced on Shuji’s shoulders. “Say, Hanma…” He slides his hands down, over Shuji’s arms, squeezes his biceps. “Can I tell you a secret?”
“A minute left,” Baji grunts.
Chifuyu moves until he’s behind Shuji, and wraps his arms around him, leaning his chin on the annoyingly unblushing bastard’s shoulder. He’s close to his ear, close enough to breathe against it.
“Shuji,” he whispers, holding up a hand to shield his mouth from any secret lip readers in the room. “Shu, I love you so much, did you know?” Dangerous words, exchanged only a handful of times, but Chifuyu knows that if their roles were reversed, Shuji would use them in his favour, too. Sadly, it doesn’t get the reaction he wants, though Shuji does smile.
One of his secret smiles, small and coy, eyes averted, barely noticeable if one doesn’t know what to look out for— but Chifuyu does. For just a moment, he forgets the game, lays his hand on Shuji’s back and strokes his fingers down his spine, huffing out a small laugh against his ear.
“Thirty seconds!”
And just like that, Chifuyu forces himself to focus on the task at hand. He can tease Shuji about his reaction later.
It’s time for Plan C.
“Shuji...” Chifuyu gets closer, keeps his voice down, words only meant for the two of them. He licks along the shell of Shuji’s ear. “Every time we’re all together, I think of just kissing you, letting everyone see how I’m yours— the only one I want.”
To his greatest satisfaction, Shuji breathes out a little shakily. Chifuyu glances at the phone Ryusei is holding up. Thirty seconds left.
“You don’t want me to take all those shots, do you? I’d get so drunk, wake up with such a bad hangover. You wouldn’t want that, right? Don’t you wanna take care of your baby?” Chifuyu mulls over his next words, decides to pull out all the stops. “Please take care of me…” He slides a hand down Shuji’s chest, leans in to press a kiss behind his ear. “Daddy.”
The timer goes off. Yelling and laughter explodes with it. An incoherent wall of sound, way too loud.
Chifuyu leans back, heart hammering, and doesn’t care about the challenge when Shuji turns his head as well, stares at him with bright red cheeks and wide eyes, mouth hanging open a little.
After a beat, Shuji mouths ‘what the fuck,’ and Chifuyu can only gape back, every nerve alight, and so, so embarrassingly and suddenly, absolutely fucking turned on.
Discovering their previously unknown daddy kink in the middle of a party wasn’t on Chifuyu’s bingo card, but stranger things have happened to him and Shuji. Like getting together in the first place.
That had definitely been the biggest surprise of his life. Didn’t plan it, didn’t even consider it, just kind of happened.
Like a few others, Shuji had chosen not to attend college. Instead, he invested in an expensive camera and a one-way plane ticket to get the hell away from Japan at the ripe old age of twenty. Two years later, he came back the same, but different, his antagonistic nature mellowed out slightly, replaced with a strange charm about him, cynical and sharp.
Six months ago, barely a month after getting back, he asked Chifuyu to pose for him so he could test out a new lens, for no other reason than that no one else was available. Chifuyu has braced himself for the worst but was pleasantly surprised when Shuji was on his best, albeit still somewhat annoying, behaviour.
He showed his gratitude with a bottle of wine, and they got to talking, actually hitting it off for once. They both got a little drunk, Shuji convinced Chifuyu to take off his clothes and get photographed like that, and— well, that quickly devolved into a series of pictures not exactly fit to ever show anyone else.
Neither of them expected it to turn into more than a fling, but here they are, sharing secretive smiles from opposite sides of the circle. Committed to keeping their relationship a secret— just a little longer.
He must’ve been lost in thought, staring into Shuji’s eyes, pondering their relationship and this new discovery he definitely plans on exploring more later. Definitely later, when they’re not surrounded by their friends, who are making crude jokes at their expense.
Chifuyu clears his throat and shakes his head. “Gotcha!” he yells, forcing some laughter to dispel the horniness taking over his brain. “Who’s the bitch now?”
“Definitely still you.” Shuji pushes him away with a scowl, and keeps up the annoyance quite convincingly, rubs a hand over his face and only adds to the redness. “Fuck off. My turn.”
Their friends are still snickering and teasing Shuji while Chifuyu makes his way back to his own spot, basking in the satisfaction of accomplishing his task.
Everyone’s cursing him for needing to take three shots, Takemichi almost gagging after swallowing down the last one.
Shuji throws his back like a champ, holds alcohol much better than the rest of them, and then grabs the next card.
“Say three nice things about the person the bottle lands on,” he reads, and the group groans. Shuji’s been lucky enough all night to get mild cards, the worst of them only forcing him to hold hands with Takemichi for ten minutes.
His luck runs out when the bottle lands on Baji, not exactly Shuji’s favourite person, as he so often makes more than perfectly clear. He has been trying, though, more for Chifuyu’s sake than his own,
Shuji’s eyes flicker to Chifuyu, who raises a brow in warning, and then settle on Baji.
When he looks like that, Chifuyu sort of wants to crawl over to him and kiss him, all focused and serious.
“You, uh,” Shuji starts, “look like you were born really fast. Probably didn’t give your poor mother a lot of trouble in the delivery room. That’s nice.”
Baji stares back at him, looks like he wants to protest, but then nods, defeated.
“Oh!” Shuji sits up more straight. “And you gave me gum that one time. You remember? Really appreciated it. You, uh, really came through when I needed it the most.” He glances at Chifuyu again, seeking approval— doesn’t get it, just another brow raised.
Kazutora coos at Baji, giving Shuji a moment to think. “So sweet of you, babe.” He leans his head on Baji’s shoulder and makes kissy lips up at him. “Your generosity truly knows no bounds.”
“And, uh…” Shuji trails off and pulls this expression that Chifuyu adores, where it looks like he’s really thinking hard, brow furrowed, lips pursed. He perks up suddenly, sticks a finger in the air. “Really appreciate you also, uh, taking Chifuyu’s virginity. Yeah, love that for me, great— fucking, yeah. That’s it.”
The entire group falls silent, all eyes on Shuji.
Chifuyu stares at him as well, meets his wide-eyed stupid, yellow eyes, sees realisation dawning in them.
“I mean—” He frowns and flicks a hand in Baji’s direction. “Like, as a friends thing, I just— appreciate that you did that for him. Was nice. Cool. Just, yeah, fucking— I don’t know where else you put your dick, or I would’ve said that, I was just, looking at him, and it came to mind, so, okay. Fuck off. Stop looking at me.”
All eyes shift to Chifuyu. The only thing he can think of is to down Ryusei’s beer, ripping it from his hands without a word. He nearly chokes on it, kinda hopes it’ll kill him.
Thankfully, Baji is done processing Shuji’s words and speaks up. “Those were barely compliments.”
Chifuyu hacks up some of the beer in his lungs, still feels several pairs of eyes on him.
“Best I can do,” Shuji says. “Take it or leave it.”
“Fuckin’ hell.” Baji sounds annoyed and a little sad at the same time. “No wonder you’re eternally single. No one would be stupid enough to date you if that’s how you compliment someone.”
“You’d think that, huh?”
Another coughing fit, Chifuyu just choking on his own spit now. When did he become such a fucking loser? Embarrassing.
“Yo, don’t die.” Ryusei scoots closer, claps him on the back a couple of times. “We all knew already, it’s no big deal.”
Chifuyu snaps his head up to stare at him. “You knew?!”
“Yeah.” Draken this time. “No offence but it’s kinda obvious.”
Not a single thing comes to mind for Chifuyu to salvage this. He curses himself, and then glances at Shuji and curses him as well. So much for secrecy, for keeping this thing between them theirs, for just a little bit longer. Enjoy it together, keep it safe and nourish it, watch it flourish without dumb and unwanted commentary from their brain dead friends.
They planned to tell everyone, really, in a couple of weeks, together with the surprise announcement that Chifuyu managed to buy his own store, fresh out of college. Flaunt his awesome boyfriend and his awesome career and his awesome life.
“If it makes you feel better,” Kazutora says, leaning forward from his spot in the circle to smile at Chifuyu. “Kei told me, like, immediately afterwards or I wouldn’t have had a clue.”
Oh.
Chifuyu stares at him. “You’re— that’s what— you mean you all knew Baji and I slept together? That’s it?”
“What else would it be?” Kazutora narrows his eyes at him.
“Nothing!” Chifuyu stands up, black spots dancing in his vision from how fast he does it. “I’m gonna— bathroom. Bye!” He turns on his heel, doesn’t really wanna stick around and deal with this whole mess. Curses himself again for freaking out and almost revealing the actual secret he wants to keep.
“Good,” he hears Draken say. “Was done with this game anyway. Let’s turn on some music and have normal fun.”
The music is blasting by the time Chifuyu reaches the bathroom. He wrenches the door open and nearly screams when a hand shoves him forward.
He stumbles inside, manages to catch himself on the sink, and turns to yell at his assailant. Of course he doesn’t get the chance, not with Shuji quickly stepping in after him, slamming the door and locking it.
“Hey—”
“Fuck, Shu, I’m sorry.” Chifuyu lets himself fall forward, into Shuji’s arms, giggles against him. “I almost gave it away, I swear, I didn’t—”
“No, hey.” Shuji chuckles and manoeuvres them another step inside, into the narrow space between the sink and the toilet. “I almost fucked up. You just made yourself look stupid.”
Obviously up to something, Shuji takes a moment to close the window that was opened on a latch, letting some fresh air in. It’s a big one, with frosted glass and bars on the outside, spanning from the ceiling to the middle of the wall. Chifuyu vaguely remembers a story of Shinichiro having it installed to facilitate quick escapes, should that need ever arise.
“Just to be sure no one hears our private and vulnerable, innocent conversation,” Shuji says, turning and stepping into Chifuyu’s personal space.
They share a smile, then a kiss, a chaste one, Chifuyu’s hands on Shuji’s shoulders, keeping distance between them.
“You having a good time?” Chifuyu asks against Shuji’s lips, sighs and closes his eyes, grateful for a moment of quiet.
“Don’t wanna blow my brains out so far.” He leans back and cups the side of Chifuyu’s face. “Though watching you make out with Sato kinda sucked.”
Chifuyu grins and shrugs. He takes a step back to lean against the sink, raises a brow and crosses his arms. “You said I could.”
“I did, but I also warned you that I’d be a dick about it.” Shuji steps closer, cages Chifuyu in by placing his hands on either side of him, leaning on the sink and using his towering height to his advantage. “Why’re you so hellbent on always kissing other people? I don’t kiss you enough?”
There’s some witty answer to be given, surely, but Chifuyu can’t resist looping his arms around Shuji’s neck to pull him even closer, to brush their noses together and kiss him softly. “Never. Never enough. Should always be kissing me.”
And Shuji agrees, evidently, when he tips his head forward to slot their lips together again. No heat behind it, just brushes and short pecks. “Greedy.”
“Only for you.” Chifuyu smiles, pulls Shuji down again to bite his bottom lip. He’s rewarded by a soft sigh, almost a moan, almost. “Doesn’t matter who I kiss. At the end of every day, I’m gonna be yours.”
Carefully chosen words, meant to only spike the temperature between them a little.
It works, of course, it always does. Appealing to Shuji’s possessive tendencies never fails to get that smirk on his face, unfairly attractive, just the slightest hint of something dangerous.
Shuji chuckles and steps closer, hands slowly sliding down until he can hook his fingers in the belt loops of Chifuyu’s jeans and pull him forward, hips pressed flush together.
“That’s right,” he mumbles, eyes half-lidded and dark. “Mine, and mine alone.”
They meet in the middle, Chifuyu tightens his grip around Shuji’s shoulders, whose hands come down to circle Chifuyu’s waist. No time is wasted to press their lips together again, sharing open-mouthed kisses, almost clumsy from the sheer need to get even closer.
“So,” Shuji manages between kisses. “The daddy thing—”
“Oh my God.” Chifuyu moans, just to be obscene, and leans in to lick a stripe up the side of Shuji’s neck. “Yeah? You were into that?”
Words get lost in more heated kisses, Shuji’s agreement implied with the way he licks back inside Chifuyu’s mouth, hand coming up to grip his chin and keep him in place.
They break apart panting, chests pressed together.
“Let’s get out of here,” Shuji whispers. He leans forward, lips against overheating skin— from Chifuyu’s temple down to his jaw, lower still, mouthing at the side of his neck. “Need to get my hands on you.” Fingers sliding down, skirting over the edge of Chifuyu’s jeans. “Need to get inside you, Fuyu, c’mon, please.”
Helpless to resist, so rare for Shuji to get this worked up. Chifuyu tilts his head back, presses his hips forward, moans softly from the friction. “Can’t, Shu,” he gasps, steadily grinding against each other. “Gotta— friends, party, that kinda, hmm, shit. Later, promise, I promise.”
“Then let me fuck you here.” Bites at Chifuyu’s collarbones, hands dipping lower, over the curve of his ass. “It’ll be quick, just— fuck, want you so bad.” He leans back, eyes wide, grin even wider. “Don’t you want daddy to take care of you, baby?”
Chifuyu scrambles for purchase, fingers digging into Shuji’s shoulders. “Fuck, fuck, Shu, oh—“ He throws his head back, moans openly when Shuji cups him over his jeans, rubs against him with the palm of his hand. So close to giving in, out of his mind with how much he wants.
He tugs Shuji down, breathing each other in for a moment, then licks over his lips, licks inside when Shuji parts them. No finesse to their kiss, wet and filthy, too much tongue and clashing teeth.
Shuji pulls his hand back, ruts his hips forward again, sweaty and pressed together, no space between them.
“Want you,” Chifuyu whines, twists his fingers into Shuji’s hair, keeps him close. “Need you, daddy—“ He whines again, just saying it out loud riles him up beyond belief. All bets are off after that. “Fuck, just— fuck me, I don’t care, c’mon.”
“Yeah?” Shuji's eyes are wild when he leans back. “Okay, shit, okay, lemme…” He shuffles around, looks around the bathroom, then turns, looks at Chifuyu with determination.
Like a predator, he steps closer again, slowly, hands going down to unbuckle Chifuyu’s belt, and gets his jeans unbuttoned. He leans in, presses a kiss to his lips. “Didn’t say it before,” Shuji whispers, trailing more kisses over Chifuyu’s jaw, “but love you— hmm, daddy loves you, too, baby, gonna make you feel so good.”
Chifuyu lets himself get turned around, edge of the sink digging into his stomach. His jeans and underwear get pulled down in one go, Shuji’s fingers digging into his hips for a moment, groaning softly, lips against the back of his neck.
“Aren’t you glad that we already fucked before the party?” He chuckles, hands leaving Chifuyu’s hips. Some rustling, the ringing of his belt buckle and then the sound of a packet being ripped open.
“You brought lube?” Chifuyu lets his head hang, chuckles and then gasps when one hand grips his ass to spread him apart. “Pervert.”
“What? Rather have wanted me to fuck you dry?” A low chuckle, Shuji’s wet fingers pressing inside, barely any resistance. “Huh? Just want—fuck, you’re still wet inside, shit—”
Chifuyu groans, presses his hips back, toes curling at the feeling of Shuji spreading him open, two fingers quickly turning into three, twisting and pulling at his rim, curling inside, pressing— “Fuck! Shu, just— just fuck me, please, daddy!”
He lifts his head to look at Shuji in the mirror, his scrunched up face, biting his lip, focused and staring down at what he’s doing.
Shuji pulls his fingers back, Chifuyu whimpers at the emptiness and then curses, scrambling for purchase against the sink, hands sweaty and uncoordinated.
“That shit,” Shuji mumbles, slick sounds picking up, no doubt spreading the lube over his cock, “is so hot. Seriously. Sorry, just— what the fuck, y’know? Makes me wanna adopt you so you can call me daddy in public.”
Chifuyu wheezes out a laugh, barely notices Shuji lining himself up. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“A lot.” A hum, another kiss to the back of his neck, and then Shuji’s arms around his waist. “Stand on your toes for me, baby, angle’s off.” He presses his hips forward regardless, cock catching on Chifuyu’s rim.
“No, that’s fucking uncomfort— ah!” Chifuyu moans, way too loud, way too long, when Shuji hoists him up and snaps his hips, fills Chifuyu completely in one smooth slide.
At least he has the decency to stay still for a moment, leaning forward, chest flush to Chifuyu’s back, mouths at the side of his neck again, pants out small puffs of breath against his skin.
“You’re a dick,” Chifuyu sighs, adjusting a bit to stay up on the tips of his toes, bites his lip when it gets Shuji deeper inside of him.
“‘M also sensitive.” He draws back slowly, fingers digging into Chifuyu’s waist. “Be nice to daddy.”
With those words, heat rises again, lost in each other. Shuji clamps a hand over Chifuyu’s mouth, stifles the worst of his own sounds by biting down on his shoulder.
“Feels so good,” Shuji heaves, and Chifuyu can only nod, eyes screwed shut, moans muffled by the palm pressed against his mouth.
Each snap of Shuji’s hips sends sparks down Chifuyu’s spine, warmth pooling in the pit of his stomach, building almost embarrassingly fast, but too riled up to care.
One hand slides down from his waist, over his stomach, guides him just the slightest of steps back so Shuji can wrap his fingers around Chifuyu’s cock. He jerks him off fast, a contrast to the slow pace of his hips, barely pulling all the way out, continuously grinding past Chifuyu’s prostate.
The different sensations have his head spinning. He opens his mouth and moans brokenly when Shuji pushes two fingers past his lips, pressing down on his tongue, slides them to the back of his throat until Chifuyu’s gagging around them.
“Gonna make me come so fast, baby.” Shuji groans, fingers tightening around Chifuyu’s waist, the snapping of his hips picks up, sharp and fast thrusts. “So good, makin’ daddy feel so good, gonna pump you full of—“
“Chifuyu?”
They both freeze.
Chifuyu grabs Shuji’s arm, pulls the fingers out his mouth, and slowly turns his head to look at the door. He nearly jumps out of his skin when the handle rattles.
“Chifuyu…” Baji’s voice is slightly muffled, but loud enough, barely two metres away from them. “Are you okay? You don’t gotta hide.”
If they can hear him that clearly, despite the music and the door, then that means he will definitely hear them if they’re too loud. Panic mixes with pleasure, the thought of getting caught both terrifying and hot, clouding over most of Chifuyu’s rational brain.
“Ba— ah!” The fingers around his cock squeeze him tightly, a rough pull upwards, Shuji’s thumb pressing into his slit, rubbing over it.
“Oh, did your pretty cock just throb at the sound of his voice?” Shuji whispers, lips pressed against Chifuyu’s ear.
“Look, Fuyu,” Baji continues, “no one cares that we slept together.”
Shuji tugs at his earring. “Memory of it makin’ you harder?” He grinds his hips forward, Chifuyu’s legs shaking from it, eyes rolling up, fighting back whimpers. “He fucked you better than me?”
Chifuyu’s head is spinning, can’t even think a single coherent thought, let alone say anything. “What—” he tries to yell back at Baji, but the grip around his cock tightens again.
“Say no,” Shuji hisses, tongue flicking out against Chifuyu’s ear, snaps his hips once, driving his cock in hard and deep. “Say: ‘No one fucks me better than you, daddy.’”
Happy to please, to only focus on the pleasure, Chifuyu tries to follow that simple instruction. “Nuh-no one—”
“Chifuyu?” Baji again, fist banging against the door. “Dude. Answer me!”
Chifuyu shakes his head, eyes squeezed shut. He can’t think, can’t speak— doesn’t know anything, only Shuji inside him, around him, grinding deep inside him, fisting his cock, sparks down his spine, heat in the pit of his stomach.
“Tell me,” Shuji sing-songs quietly. “Tell daddy you don’t want anyone else’s cock.”
“Fuyu, I’m kicking the door in if you don’t respond!”
“Baby, tell daddy how good he makes you feel.”
Too much— everything, too much.
“Chifuyu?!”
“Baby…”
“Fuck!”
Gasping, Chifuyu throws his head back, vision whiting out, orgasm wrenched out of him unexpectedly, so suddenly he can’t control himself. He moans loud and unabashedly, barely registers Shuji fucking into him again, two, three sharp thrusts before he stills, cock throbbing as he releases inside of Chifuyu, biting his shoulder to keep quiet.
Not a single second to enjoy his orgasm. Baji’s voice picks up again, more panicked, rattling the handle. “Chifuyu, what the fuck—”
“Fuck off, Baji!” he wheezes, white-knuckling the sink to keep from just collapsing on the floor, his legs trembling, waves of pleasure still coursing through his body. He grits his teeth against the feeling of Shuji languidly rolling his hips, riding out his own orgasm. “I’m fucking— I’m sick, okay, was fucking— throwing up all over the place, I drank too much, can you fuck—“
Shuji pulls out suddenly, leaves Chifuyu gasping out the end of that sentence. The asshole has the audacity to chuckle, wraps both arms around his waist, staying close.
“Fuck you!” Baji snaps, a long bang against the door. “Could’ve just said so. The fuck are you yelling for?! Get out here so I can beat your ass!”
“I hate you,” Chifuyu whispers to Shuji, smiles at the kisses that are peppered along his sweaty cheeks. “I’ll come out in a second!” he bites back at Baji. “Let a man puke in peace, dude, jeez.”
Another bang on the door. “I’ll fuck you up!” Silence, then, “d’you want me to get Hanma?”
For the second time, they freeze. Chifuyu finds the strength to lift his head and meet Shuji’s wide eyes in the mirror.
“Why?” he calls back, voice wavering. He winces when he feels the first trickle of cum sliding down his legs. “Clean me up,” he hisses, nudging Shuji, who thankfully turns and grabs a roll of toilet paper.
“Well, I mean…” Baji groans. “Cus’ you guys are kinda together, right?”
Shuji snorts, ungracefully wiping his own cum off Chifuyu’s legs, then bumps him out of the way to clean the sink and wash his hands.
“Uh…” Chifuyu tucks his dick away and pulls up his jeans, unsure of how to proceed. “Can we have this conversation when I’m not uh, barfing?”
Another moment of silence, some shuffling on the other side of the door. “Yeah, okay. Lemme just— I’ll go grab him, alright? Should be smoking out front.”
Chifuyu curses under his breath, then chuckles, can’t help it. “Fine! Thanks!” He turns to Shuji and laughs, breathless and a little hazy, still. “Get out the window,” he hisses, suppressing a giggle at Shuji’s scandalised expression.
“Fuck you!” Shuji hisses back, but still glances at it. The window was made for it, anyway— no big deal. “You get out the window.” He steps closer, cups Chifuyu’s face and kisses him again, smiling.
“Uh, and like, if you don’t wanna tell me later, that’s fine,” Baji says on the other side. “Just— I’m happy for you, if it’s true.” Ever the thoughtful friend at the worst of times.
Chifuyu giggles, pushes Shuji towards the window and helps him wrench it open. “Yeah, no, sure, thanks. Just— uh, go get him…” he calls over his shoulder, finally gets the confirmation that Baji’s leaving.
“I hate you,” Shuji whispers, already one leg out the window, waiting on the ledge. “C’mere, kiss me again.”
“Get out of here,” he mumbles, and kisses him, arms around Shuji’s shoulders, deepens it just to feel him moan against his lips. “See you in a bit.”
Shuji’s eyes crinkle at the corners. “Can’t wait.” He looks at Chifuyu and smiles, wide and unguarded. “Say: ‘I love you, daddy.’”
“Whatever, loser.” Chifuyu grins and gives Shuji a push, winks at him when he turns around one last time, before jogging off to—hopefully—beat Baji to the front door.
It doesn’t take long until there’s knocking on the door again.
“Chifuyu?” Baji calls. “Can you open up? Hanma’s here.”
Shuji plays the part of worried friend perfectly— tone somewhat empathetic but mostly neutral. “You good, bud?”
“No,” Chifuyu groans, really selling the part while he checks himself in the mirror, fluffing up his hair a little. “Can you take me home? Think I had too much to drink.”
It’s been fun— the party, pretending like they’re still kids, years away from adulthood.
But right now, there’s nothing Chifuyu wants more than to get home and start focusing on the future, together with Shuji.